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Wrecker: Oh, no you don't.
Wrecker: What happened? Where's Omega?
(groaning)
(groans)
Take a shuttle and find their ship.
(scoffs) Not to me.
-Me? But I only watched you once-- -Ten seconds till we're both goners.
(machine whirring)
Hunter: Someone's coming.
-Crosshair: All squads. -(trooper) Yes, sir.
Ground forces have them on the run.
That won't stop him. Come on.
That's unfortunate…
Son, that's confidential information.
(Omega grunts)
This blast primer coating is capable of withstand--
Tech: We have to get him on board.